The attic kitchen sink. It was nice having it there only a few steps away from my “room” but it had to be ripped out by my dad, the amazing contractor.

Also the attic sink…

Our house is really small. And, of course, my brothers cannot, just cannot, stay out of my room. I mean, I could scream. I suppose I should say did, since I did scream. I also tried to hit Justin. Succeeded, really. Like, everyone thinks that just because there is only a stupid flimsy Minne Mouse shower curtain that I HATE is there, they can just throw it aside and waltz right in! Just because there’s no door! I mean, COME ON!